Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 1110 Life is like a mustard

Chapter 47 Life is like grass
The man's voice was not loud, and even a little calm, but it was this tone that made the other party dumb.

Even Yi Xifeng was secretly surprised by this person's tongue and reaction. Although there is no real fight now, it has already begun to fight secretly.The battle between the two armies was not as simple as I thought. From raising momentum, to raising momentum before the battle, from calling the formation to launching an attack, it was all a strategy.Who said that there would be no tricks among the orcs, and who said that tricks are exclusive to the human race?

"I have nothing to discuss with you. The ancient era has long passed, and now is a new era. We must see the general trend clearly. Our people are right. This war was provoked by you. If you want to fight , then let’s fight, let us see the result of the battle today, we will know after the fight.”

"Rogue acts are always shameful. Who does the war start when you know you are wrong?"

The people on the battlefield were restless. When everyone saw that the red-clothed side made a move without calling out, they originally thought that the pre-battle shouting would be a little different, but they didn't expect this result in the end.

"We are just passively defending. If it weren't for the face of the ancient man, do you think you still have room to stand here and talk to us? You were beaten when you first came to commit the crime. The score is falling apart, and you still don't appreciate our White Tiger Beast God? You really don't know how to live or die..."

"Huh? It seems that this battle is not such a simple struggle for power."

The white and clean young man's eyes flicked around, trying to hear some clues from the words of the confrontation between the two armies. He asked Brother Zhou and others before, but they all said they didn't know. It seems that no one is interested in the cause of this battle. Everyone His mind is full of his own interests.

Maybe those monks with strong cultivation base will know, but if I want to know some secrets, I will inevitably get mixed into the circle of those people. If I get the news, it will not be an easy task to get out of it.

In fact, Yi Xifeng also thought that if his own strength could not be recognized by the red dress, and he did not hand over the Xizhou sword to himself, what would Huaneng do?If I can help her solve some things, can I increase my bargaining chip?

It's a pity that in the next moment, his calculations were defeated. The two armies did not have any major disputes again. It seemed that one of them didn't want to say anything more.

"Hmph, then let's see Zhenzhang under my hands. I want to see who doesn't understand etiquette."

As soon as the words fell, countless beast kings on the side of the ancient road raised their heads to the sky and shouted loudly, covering the entire battlefield with overwhelming murderous aura. The anger in their hearts burst out from the inside out. Maybe they didn't win the battle, but it happened to be Without a tongue to fight back, it made these strange beasts even more violent.

The person standing on top of the giant bird used his skills to the extreme, and a terrifying aura came over the battlefield. Feeling the emotions of the person behind him, the giant bird under him let out a long cry, the sound range It is so high that it pierces the eardrums of many low-level human monks.

This breath... is another beast emperor!
Yi Xifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the battlefield, wondering how much power is hidden in it, the number of beast emperors on the surface alone has reached three, but the man above the giant bird may not be In the realm of a hero, he should also be a proud son of heaven, or a proud son of heaven who is loyal to the ancient way.He thought back to those people in his memory, he had never heard of the Tianjiao Beast Master, and maybe he was another descendant of a hidden power.

"Kill me!"

"Leave this group of upside-down things on this battlefield!"

With the sound of explosions, this war that has been brewing for a long time finally broke out. The monks of each realm followed their leaders and rushed to their own battlefield area. Both, man and beast, beast and beast, man and man.

As soon as the confrontation took place, the ground was stained red with blood-red blood, like that wave, which made people feel terrified.

As soon as the confrontation took place, the ground was stained red with blood-red blood, like that wave, which made people feel terrified.

"It's time for us to go too!"

The smell of blood rushed straight into everyone's minds from their noses. At this moment, everyone was infected by the situation in front of them, and rushed into the battlefield with Brother Zhou.

This is the night of the frontier fortress, and the war on the battlefield still hasn't stopped and is still going on.The land of the Great Desolation was stained red with blood, even if you lay down casually, you would feel sticky on your body.

It was blood that hadn't been dried yet.

This is a wild land, a vast frontier city, a battlefield, and a ruthless harvesting machine.There is no emotion, only the sound of endless killing and shouting. Looking around, I don't know how many creatures are still fighting.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

On a battlefield with a strong cultivation base, anyone with a strong cultivation base can ruthlessly suppress and kill a large number of people with low cultivation bases.But it is impossible for them to do so, the opponent can only be someone with similar strength to them.

However, there are also monks or strange beasts who were affected to death because of the aftermath.

There's no way, I can only blame myself for my bad luck.Even the spirit patrolling officers on the battlefield can't do anything about this situation. There are too many creatures affected, and it is impossible to manage it.Furthermore, this is a battlefield, a place where life and death are divided, not those training grounds for slapstick, nor is it the second son who comes out to practice and is protected by masters.

Being able to divide the battlefield is already the best opportunity.

If you want to survive, you can only rely on yourself!Unless you choose not to come here!

This battlefield is so big that there is no end to it.Some beast kings are as big as a house, while others are as small as a palm, uneven.The impact is so wide that I don't know where to start.The death of just a dozen or dozens of creatures will not affect the development of the entire battle situation at all.Here, life is as light as dust, not to mention you are just a soldier, even if it is the death of a young general, who would care?

You are not those commanders, those proud sons of heaven on the pyramids, sons of the holy land, and princes of a country.

How can it be qualified to be taken seriously?When you die, you die, no name, no surname, no mourning, no monument to remember.

How many people tried their best, practiced their skills, overdrawn their lives and died together with their opponents, how many strange beasts blocked their guns to protect their contracted people, how many beast masters used their lives to hold back their opponents' progress because their contracted beasts could survive ?

Perhaps this kind of behavior will be recorded in the books outside, or it may be known by the population, but here, it can only be submerged in more killing cries, and the land here will last forever.

It fully interprets what a real life is like a mustard.

(End of this chapter)